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Books by Marvin X
Love and War: Poems /
In the Crazy House Called America /
Woman: Man's Best Friend /
Beyond Religion Toward Spirituality
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The
So-Called Negro
By Marvin X
The Negro is comic
but ain't nothing funny
tell him he is the solution to the problem
he is confounded
but he is the solution to his problem
nothing can save him but himself
no God, no Jesus, no Allah, no Marx/Lenin
The Negro
so-called
yes
because he is better than Negro
tool and fool
better than black
better than African
way better than American
mass murderer American
ask the natives is he kind democratic
ask the Cubans Haitians
Japanese when he dropped the bomb
was he then kind and gentle
he aspires to thug life
like his master
pimp life
like his master
arrogant and dominant
like his master
pride before the fall
like his master.
Now on to Obama drama
imperialism in black face
is kinder gentler
ask Zimbabwe
South Africa
Nigeria
Sudan
Kenya Rwanda Congo
is black beautiful
so wonderful
who invented the devil
who is the devil's father
surely he can be devil two.
have no illusions, tell no lies
"black ain't black
white ain't white
beware the day
beware the night." |
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Plato in the Classroom
By Dr. M
Plato was at his
classroom today, at 14th and Broadway, downtown Oakland.
It was Friday, July 11, 2008. Minister Keith Muhammad of
Muhammad's Mosque came by on his way to a meeting to
address the issue of thirty brothers arrested for drug
dealing in the ACORN Projects of West Oakland. As the
Minister talked with Plato, he explained his view that
the brothers were victims of white supremacy. Plato
listened as he does with all who come by his way. The
minister admitted he had rehearsed his speech on Plato.
Plato sold him a book and the minister departed. Then
came the eye witness to the assassination of journalist
Chauncey Bailey who asked Plato for two dollars which
Plato gave to him. The eye witness said the publisher of
the Oakland Post, Paul Cobb, said too much. Plato said
what do you expect of the publisher of a newspaper?
Plato's angel
appeared as he often does to assist Plato in his daily
round of teaching the people. The angel will
often purchase a book for those without money who are
sincere. But the angel wasn't around the last few days
while Plato gave out at least three thousand dollars in
books to the poor at 14th and Broadway.
But the angel was
there when writer Ishmael Reed came by with his
daughter, author Timothy Reed. Plato introduced Ishmael
and his daughter to the angel. Ishmael said he has just
released a book on the media and told the angel he
retired from teaching after 35 years at UC Berkeley.
Plato informed Ishmael that he sees his daughter often
as she is part of the street people who pass by his
class room.
A sister came by in
a state of rage because she felt insulted by a white
woman. The sister wanted to kill the white woman but
Plato urged her not to kill the woman who owed her
$25.00. Plato gave the enraged woman who was skilled in
martial arts twenty dollars and told her to chill out,
please don't go kill the white woman.
A young writer came
by who is about to have twins. He has a book out but is
unemployed thus under great stress since he knows not
how is to get milk and pampers for his babies.
Plato told him to
focus on the matter of obtaining milk and pampers.
A young sister came
by who could hardly walk. She said the doctor told her
to get a wheelchair but she was unable to do so, so she
was walking in a strain from some type of infection.
There was little Plato could do for her.
A brother came by
complaining because a church had young girls on the
street selling candy. Plato had observed the girls for
several days, so he knew the situation. He told the
brother to take the matter up with the church people who
came to pick the girls up each day. A sister stopped by
who was formerly a Muslim but was now a Christian. She
wanted Plato to read the Bible on putting on the armor
of God. Plato told her to read it to him, so she did.
And so it is.
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Plato on Politics
Politics is a dirty, filthy game of self
interest. There are no permanent friends, only permanent
interests, and sometimes interests may become like the shifting
desert sands, but certainly friends can and will be disposed
depending on the moment. We saw how Mr. Obama dismissed his
friend of twenty years, Rev. Wright. We saw him tie his nuts to
the Israeli lobby. And there is more to come with each passing
moment, yet what is the Left agenda for him, what do we want
since he is destined toward the white house—or will it become
the black house?
Of course, if the Left were politically
correct, it would vote for sister Cynthia McKinney of the Green
party. But politics is also pragmatic and practical, so voting
for the sister would be neither. It would be correct but
idealistic and a waste of energy. As Sun Ra taught, sometimes
you can be so right you wrong. Would not a vote for McKinney
possibly enable Bush III (McCain) to slip into the white house
by a slim margin?
Is this satisfactory to the Left? As Baraka
noted, it is shameful to see so-called intellectuals and
politicos running after the people they are supposed to be
guiding and directing. No matter what, the so-called Negro is
inspired by the Obama Drama, so perhaps we should get on board
the freedom train and see where it's going; maybe we can add
some insight and direction to its path.
We know Obama is being sucked into the
white hole of imperialism—but so is every Negro with a job with
the white man contributing to imperialism, so who is pure, name
one and the whole town may be saved.
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Plato on the Sick Soul
A sick society produces
sick souls. It is ludicrous to expect more. So what we have
today are stunted men and women, unable to stand tall and take
full responsibility for their actions. Some try mightily to do
so, but can't find the strength to overcome their character
flaws induced by the sick society. How can we expect men in a
criminal culture to behave other than criminal? We want them to
go out to kill, then return home to be loving fathers and
husbands. What kind of monster do we have here; perhaps the kind
Mary Wells sang about in her classic song about two lovers who
were actually one. Yes, the sick society produces the
schizophrenic personality or the persons with the dark side we
are shocked to discover in the neighbor until we read about
him/her in the morning news.
A society wherein half the
households are without men is a sick society. It is a society in
an obvious state of war with itself. Surely there are elements
in the power strata making events happen that are detrimental to
a certain strata, especially the lower economic class which is
in chaos, and short of revolution, we cannot expect nothing but
more chaos because the economic machine is determined to keep
the status quo to maintain power.
The day strong men of
consciousness rise to take responsibility for themselves and
their families is the day of revolutionary action. On that day
they will be loving and caring, for themselves, first of all,
then for their women and children. Their actions will be healing
and cleansing, eliminating the dirt and grime from their souls.
They will allow no excuses to prevent them from forward motion.
Their women will likewise be about the business of cleansing and
healing themselves from ignorance and reactionary behavior that
has made them incapable of being wives and mothers.
The sick society must be
overthrown by any means necessary. It has no right to exist
solely to produce sick souls lost in consumerism or conspicuous
consumption that devours the souls of potential men and women.
The sick soul must of necessity heal itself of fear, fearing to
love itself, fearing to do what is necessary to protect and
raise the children, preventing them from becoming monsters who
exist on the animal plane or even worse because animals show
love for each other. The sick society monsters have not a
microdot of love for anything but self destructive behavior
which in the end benefits no one. Thus we have jails, prisons
and mental hospitals full of sick souls who are a danger to
themselves and others. Many wander the streets as predators,
hungry and determined to attack anyone.
Poor, innocent citizens are
overwhelmed at the actions of the sick souls, even though they
share in the creation of the monsters in their midst, for the
innocent are only a matter of degree away from sharing the
sickness that spreads like a virus from generation to
generation, from community to community, yes, from class to
class, for the sickness is pandemic because the economic
situation is controlled by global forces who do not
discriminate. Ray Charles told us the danger zone is everywhere.
From class to class, the
sick souls go about their daily round in denial they need
healing, although some do so in fear of losing their material
comforts, thus they tolerate self abuse and partner abuse to
enjoy the so-called good life—many women wear the golden
handcuffs, refusing to release themselves from the monster
within and without. It is then that the sick souls medicate
themselves with legal and illegal drugs to cover the pain of
wretchedness.
Society cannot arrest all
the sick souls because they are being produced in such abundance
there is no room to house them. Can we not see that soon the
entire society will be one giant jail, prison and mental ward?
And so only the sick souls
can heal themselves, for the doctors are sicker than the souls
they seek to heal. They have not heard, “Physician heal
thyself.” The police cannot apprehend the criminals because they
are themselves murderers, drug dealers, and robbers under the
color of law.
The very earth itself is
rising up to overthrow the sick actions of man. The green
revolution will ultimately remove the sick from the earth; yes,
they will be drowned in floods, buried in earthquakes, and
consumed by fire.
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Plato Gives Dollars to Oakland Poor
Plato arrived at his 14th
and Broadway open air classroom and was soon inundated with
people in need of one dollar or two at most. He didn't hesitate
to reach into his pocket and hand them a dollar. Plato, who is
poor himself, wondered why people think he has money to give
out, since he is hustling himself, although he probably gives
away more books than he sells, and his motto is, "Don't hustle
the hustler." But when the people continued to come in need of a
dollar, he didn't refuse them. Some wanted a dollar to buy a
hamburger from Burger King; some wanted money for bus fare.
Plato thought about what
his elder, John Douimbia, told him about people during the
depression of the 1930s. He said people would tell him they
needed money, so he told them to meet him on a certain corner.
When they met, John said fear would overcome them so rather than
go hustle with John, they would ask for thirty cents to buy a
bowl of chili beans and go their way, afraid to hustle in a big
way. John noted that not every one was poor and without during
the depression; the hustlers drove new cars and wore new suits
because they were fearless.
Paul Cobb, publisher of the
Oakland Post, came by while Plato was talking with
attorney Walter Riley, father of rapper Boots Riley of Boots and
the Coup. When Paul was informed the San Francisco Bayview
Newspaper was going out of print, Paul said he had a plan if
the publishers would contact him. Riley called the editors but
they were adamant about doing the paper online. Riley came back
by from his law office and Plato told him he had been giving out
dollars. Riley handed him a twenty to give out.
Author Timothy Reed stopped
by with her man friend, Alex. Timothy, who suffers manic
depression, is the daughter of Ishmael Reed. Plato is empathetic
since his son committed suicide as a result of manic depression.
Fanon and Dr. Nathan Hare say manic depression is a situational
disorder caused by oppression. Timothy is a fighter who is
working on her second book.
A man came to Plato’s table
saying he had just broken up with his wife of eighteen years. He
said she has been stealing from him all these years but he
finally caught her hands in his pocket. She is a Crack head and
he was too for a time, but he has had enough. He stood around
the table because he didn’t want to go home, but couldn’t figure
out what else to do. He mentioned getting with another woman but
felt she would be the same just have a different name. He said
he needed a drink, then maybe he could go home to face “the
music.” Plato gave him a DVD of his recovery drama One Day In
the Life, and told him to show it to his wife.
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Dr. M is author of
How
to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy,
with a foreword by Dr. Nathan Hare and afterword by Ptah
Allah El, Black Bird Press, POB 1317, Paradise CA 95965,
$19.95. The next session of Dr. M’s Pan African Mental
Health Peer Group is Saturday, December 15, 4pm at the
Black Repertory Group Theatre, 3201 Adeline Street,
Berkeley, CA. No one turned away for lack of money but a
$25.00 donation is requested (includes copy of book HOW
TO RECOVER FROM THE ADDICTION TO WHITE SUPREMACY, A PAN
AFRICAN 12 STEP MODEL FOR A MENTAL HEALTH PEER GROUP).
For more information call 510-355-6339.
www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com,
mrvnx@yahoo.com.
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posted 12 July 2008
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